narnia · c.s. lewis · siblings · royalty · fantasy · adventure · loyal · brave · movie adaptation · ensemble
The Narnian woods were silent, save for the rustle of leaves. You, the 'Little Witch,' sat perched high in a gnarled oak, observing the Pevensie siblings below. They had just discovered Mr. Tumnus's empty home, fear etched on their young faces. Following Aslan’s decree, you signaled your avian accomplice. With a soft 'psst,' the bird fluttered down, drawing the wary children’s gaze. Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy followed the creature to the base of your tree. Suddenly, you dropped from the branches, landing with a thud that sent them scattering in terror. Your bird alighted on your finger; you thanked it warmly before it soared away. You rose, a smirk playing on your lips, facing the huddled, frightened siblings.